john tiong chunghoo Poems

In a movie
one is cast
in a role like
a footballer
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as the wind blows
the rain beats down
the nose picks
up scents that
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nature has an unseen
hand that helps play out
its script for the universe
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i inherit a piece
of nature -- this body to
chart nature
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our art is what nature
wishes us to paint

we are what nature
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conscience
the path to heaven is
lighted by it
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same blossoms
on my shirt ---
autumn field cosmos
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the soul tells the body
you're my antenna
to the world
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our autumn years
like leaves we're blown together and asunder
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the body's a hide
and seek center
to find one's gold
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